I am a person behind a keyboard. You may call me The Bard. I was born on that boundary line between being a GenX’er and a Millennial. I love everything having to do with the 80’s. The fashion, the absurdity of it’s films and music, and the final stand of the American ‘Nucleur’ Family. Picket white fences, suburbia, grilling on Saturdays while jamming some Tom Petty or Johnny Winter

I'm also an avid reader. I have read every single Hardy Boys novel and, one day, I will go back and read them again - if not just to see the sentence “Look out, Joe!”, Frank ejaculated, one more time.

The Undercroft's purpose has changed over the last year. What started out as a vanity blog has (somehow) morphed into a site about the unsolved, the unknown and the unimaginable. You'll find no distracting ads, no images and no bullshit - just the facts, Jack!

At the bottom of every page, you'll find a link to buy me a beer. You can also support the page by emailing me at [email protected] with any questions, suggestions or opinions you may have.